Hamlet Tweaks me by th' nose, gives me the lie i'th' throat As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this? Read more about popup_note_index_item 4844
Player And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall On Mars his armor, forged for proof eterne, With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword Now falls on Priam. Read more about popup_note_index_item 4838
Hamlet thou to beard me in Denmark? [To a young boy actor] What, my young lady and mistress! By'r lady, your ladyship is nearer Read more about popup_note_index_item 4837
Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "mad north-west", "wind is southerly", "hawk from a hand saw"
